Samstag, 17. April 2010

The Ballad Of Frodo: Frodo Of the Shire

Yellow flowers in the dawn, covered with dew....
Nigh flow the Brooks, their waters clear blue...
Green grows the grass, and tall grow the trees,
Lying underneath one, day-dreams He sees....

Visions of adventures into lands unseen,
Of travels and journeys, where no one's ever been...
Roads, he fancies, that wander into the hills,
Beyond misty mountains, away from brick mills.....

He Sings songs of valor, woven with elven Tales...
Of Númenorians on Seven ships, with great white sails...
Singing songs of Eärendil, traveller of the sky....
And Dwarves of the mountain hall, where treasure hordes lie...

And From the wisdom of a Pilgrim, Cloaked in gray,
He finds lore of valinor, for his musing it lay...
Then, Currents of Hobbiton, carry him away from greed...
Brushing away vices, a heart, indomitable they breed....

Thus, Frodo of the Shire, comes of age...
With a eyes full of hope in likeness of a sage...
His perception clears to see, all that is veiled..
And then he inherits a Ring, within which his destiny is sealed...

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